Notes: Last chapter guys! And it's a bit on the long side, but I doubt that bothers you XD I gotta tell you guys tho, I was incredibly nervous writing this, so I do hope that it all goes well. And if you want things to get more "graphic" and I will happily do my best to comply. I'm actually planning on upping the ante anyways, but if you're more comfortable as is...well then I'll see what I can do :) Love ya guys! And Review if you get a chance!

leahelisabeth: Oh, but I have even more in plan for her! And as for the warnings...I'm working up to it, but I won't leave you guys hanging ;)

otex: Lol, so am I! I'm so bad at guessing what comes next, but I wanted to add twists as much as possible so that the episode re-writes don't get boring! And hurt!Dean is fun mostly because it means I get to include Cas schmoopy times after XD And then, BAMF Cas is the shiz.

ship. me: Lots more funny to come! I'm doing my best to make the next episode as light as possible, just cause I need a little break from the drama. Even if it's only a little bit!

Disclaimer: Awesome levels are still to high to take on these fandoms, so I still don't think its right for me to own them.

Warning: Steamy...may cause fogging of glasses. So do not read while operating a car and don't read in a public area XD But seriously, if you don't want to read steamy then the second half of this chapter is a no-no for you. There is one little bit at the very end you might wanna check out though for plot purposes.

CHAPTER 14

He swore that he could hear his ass cheeks sizzling away like steaks on a grill as he continued to sit on the rock, staring out at the wide expanse of sand. It had only been a few hours, but Dean was never one to be able to sit around doing nothing for hours on end. He preferred to keep his hands as occupied as his thoughts, so as to keep his mind from wandering to darker places.

But right now, he had plenty good things to think about. Like how he would be able to see Cas soon and their whole "fight" would be over and done with and the crew could go on being happy and blissful.

He would be the first to admit that the last few days had been mentally exhausting, keeping up the deception, making everyone believe that he and Cas were having 'relationship troubles', and soon enough his ship should be on their way to pick him up and save his burnt ass.

And then he heard the familiar engines and turned with a grin to where the sounds of a shuttle touching down near him rumbled.

The grin grew even wider, letting bits of the dirt and grit get into his teeth, but he didn't stop as the hatch opened up to reveal Cas coming down the ramp, a blanket held in his hands.

Dean wasted no time and rushed right up to greet him, bringing him in for a tight embrace followed by a deep kiss that Cas returned enthusiastically. And they both stood there in each other's arms, not feeling the hot sun beat down on them as they let their lips be reacquainted.

Finally they pulled back for a breath, "That was…thorough," Cas commented on the kiss.

"Just checking to make sure your tonsils are still there. It's been a few days after all," Dean smirked and moved in again only to have a blanket shoved in his face, " Dean, as much as I would like to continue this, you are starting to resemble a tomato, the crew is waiting, and not to mention…this island will have a few police cruisers flying over it soon," Cas reminded him sadly, adjusting the blanket to cover Dean's shoulder's and frowning when the hem only reached down to his waste.

"Apologies, I thought that this would uh, cover things…Perhaps if you put it around your waste?"

Laughing, Dean shook his head, "Nah, no worries man. Don't you like what you see?"

"I like it plenty. What I don't like is other people liking what they shouldn't see," Cas said with a growl vibrating in his throat, pulling Dean down once again and consuming his mouth. Then he slipped his coat from his shoulders and placed it over Dean.

"That should do. Balthazar will awaken soon, and I really don't wish for him to try to start another game of strip poker once he sees your state of undress. I suggest we take our leave of this place."

Dean nodded and followed Cas onto the shuttle, settling himself in the chair next to Balthazar and starting up the engines again. As he triggered the shuttle's tracking mechanism, he took note of the location of the Impala, seeing that it was only about a ten minute flight away. Not bad. Home was near.

He quickly set the course, sent the auto recall on the shuttle that Bela had stolen, and then both shuttles were off.

After hours in the sun, the shade and machine controlled environment of the shuttle sent chills through his body where his skin was exposed to the air, and he pulled Cas' coat tighter around him. The action made the scent of the coat and Cas waft over him, sending a whole different kind of chill through him that stirred him in a way that made it so he had to adjust the coat once again.

Maybe he should slow it down a bit. Ten minutes might not be enough to get himself all calmed down to be decent for his crew. It didn't help at all that Cas kept throwing him all of those knowing looks…

Dude might not be fully aware of what was going on half the time, but he knew damn well what he was doing right now.

It took the whole crew by surprise when the proximity alarm went off to show the approach of one of their shuttles. Their thoughts questioned, was it Cas and Balthazar returning early, or did Dean best Bela and it was him returning? Then a second alarm went off, signaling the return of the second shuttle. They all exchanged glances and then ran at break neck speed to the catwalk to await the opening of the hatches and for their questions and worry to be quelled.

The first door opened up and they all held their breath, not entirely sure why, but it opened up to reveal Anna's shuttle, and it was empty, nobody walked out. They all swiveled their heads to the other shuttle and stared at the door until it finally slid open and a very much whole, and a very much sunburned Dean walked out smiling like an idiot, Cas under his arm.

"Dean!"

"Captain!"

"Jesus, what happened to your face?"

"Where's Bela?"

"What the hell happened out there?"

"Where the hell are your clothes?"

Dean silenced his crew with a patient hand held in the air to stop them pelting him with questions, "Don't worry, guys. Everything is fine and Bela has been taken care of thanks to Cas here," Dean said smugly, giving the man under his arm a gentle squeeze.

"But she messed with the Impala again! She made it so we couldn't steer the ship. We thought that she was planning on attacking you and taking off with the gun," Chuck said, so jumbled and surprised at the whole situation that he didn't even stutter.

Calmly Cas reached into the pocket of the coat that Dean had on and silently pulled out and held up The Mexican for all to see. Dean grinned at their stunned expressions, "Well, I call this a win."

Cas frowned and nudged the Captain in the ribs, "You would call it a win? What about the part where you were stranded in the middle of the desert alone, with no clothes I might add," he said sternly.

"All according to plan," Dean assured him with a quick peck on the other man's cheek.

All around them the crew was floundering, drowning really, in the sea of questions that clogged their throats. Their confusion must have been plain on their faces because Dean's brow furrowed when he looked at them, "What? I got something on my face?"

"Well, you do look a little red," Chuck offered.

"I think what Chuckie is trying to say is "the fuck?". I mean…boy, what the hell happened? How did you drop Bela, and where is she now, why the hell do you look like a piece of rare red meat, how come you and Cas aren't fighting anymore, and last of all…What plan?!" Bobby grouched. Here he had been worrying over the Captain's sanity for the last two days, worrying over Cas' stability along with that, and he had been working on a nice speech to give Dean when he got back on how to fix things with his man, only to have it look like the whole crew had been played like a fiddle.

Sam was right there with the preacher and had crossed his arms over his chest, pouting a bit as he waited for his brother to explain.

At least Dean had the decency to look a little ashamed, but Cas was the one who stepped in.

"I think what Dean means is that it was one of our plans. There was about a quarter of the alphabet involved with the many scenarios that we had thought up while Bela was still in her box and we were flying back to the ship. Many complex equations, wavelengths of emotion to consider…I could draw you a diagram…" Cas offered and was about to go grab his crayons when Dean held him back with a chuckle.

"After Bela told me her plan, I knew then that she was going try and hump us once we got the goods, so I let her believe that I was desperate, and stupid, to play it out. Cas was in on it from the moment that I brought that crate on the shuttle. He knew who was in there and of course, he wasn't happy."

"So you two really were fighting?" Gabriel asked, looking between the two as if their faces would give the answer away, but all he saw were two matching guilty expressions.

Dean squeezed Cas' arm again, "No, not really. I told him that I knew Bela had a plan and that I wanted to play it out. We really did need the money and Cas trusted me enough to at least play along with my idea."

"And what was your idea?" Bobby asked tiredly.

"That Dean and I would pretend to be cross with one another. It would make Bela believe that Dean was distracted and that her plan was working, but I'm afraid that I almost…"dropped the ball"," he mimicked quotes in the air, "I told Dean that I wasn't good at lying or acting. I have enough of a hard time being Cas, let alone trying to be someone else."

Dean chuckled again, "Yeah. Cas' got one hell of a poker face, but for the life of him, can't cheat or lie worth a shit. So I told him that if he thought he was going to give something away, he should turn his face away, stop talking, or just leave the room."

"That's what all the weird glancing and moodiness was," Gabriel stated, not really a question at this point. He couldn't believe that he had missed that, "Wait…what about the argument you two had on the shuttle before they left?"

Now both of them looked a bit sheepish. They glanced at one another, silently deciding on Dean to answer that one, "Uh, well, we had to make it believable, so we decided that we would have to have a fight. Cas wasn't sure if he could pull it off, so I told him to think of something that actually bugged him about me and to yell it. Didn't think that something like that would come up though…"

"It seemed logical. All of those televid programs we have watched, the only thing they seem to fight about it sex. I only followed their example," Cas defended.

A giant guffaw leaped from Dean's mouth, "I know! Almost everything you did looked like it came straight out of a daytime program! I was so proud!"

"I told you that they would be a bad influence on him! I'm putting a limit on your tv time," Gabriel snorted into Sam's shoulder. All this worrying over everything, only to find out that it was unnecessary, now they all felt like going into hysterical relieved laughter.

Sam wasn't laughing yet. He felt relieved that everything was good with Dean, but he was still unsure why he had to be left out, "So you planned on…getting dumped in the desert and what? Sending Cas and Balthazar away was actually you sending them to pick up the gun?"

"The original plan was for me to act as a failsafe in case everything went wrong. Like, for instance, if Bela disabled the Impala and left Dean for dead. Dean had hoped to be able to avoid any problems by watching Bela closely on the heist."

Dean frowned at Cas and poked him hard in the side, "Nonsense. If I hadn't let Bela take the shuttle then you wouldn't have gotten to do anything. I was doing you a favor. How would you have felt if you got left out of the plan?"

"Heartbroken," he deadpanned, making Dean grin.

"See then? All according to plan!"

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Then they all heard a groan from inside the shuttle and a sleep drunk Balthazar came stumbling out, dazedly looking around at the rest of the crew gathered.

"Hello, all. What did I miss?"

"I saw that look on your face earlier. You shouldn't be angry with Dean for not letting you in one the plan. With those big ol' puppy eyes of yours, you're about as good as hiding emotions as Cassy-bear."

After Balthazar had been updated on the happenings, Meg had gotten up and about, they picked up a clueless Anna from her appointment, and the Mexican was stored somewhere safe, the crew had all simultaneously decided that it had been a gorramned long day and that food could wait till tomorrow. All of them headed off to their beds.

Now Gabriel was laying belly down on his and Sam's shared bed, munching on another chocolate bad and watching as the younger Winchester got changed. One of the pilot's favorite pastimes. He knew that Sam was still sour over the whole thing. It showed in how he stooped his head so that his hair covered his face. How is shoulders would move stiffly instead of the flowing and almost gangly way they usually did. And most of all, in the lips.

The edges were turned down just so, in a way that right away clued Gabriel in on the dour attitude that his lover held.

"I'm not angry, I'm just…I don't like being reminded that I'm not the first person that Dean turns to anymore. We never used to keep things from each other," Sam threw over his naked shoulder as he climbed into the bed next to the pilot.

"Oh, Sammy. We both know that's not true. You're brothers, yeah, but you're still different people. I'm sure that you have held back a few things before. Hell, just an few hours ago you decided that you weren't going to tell Dean about what Meg did!"

Sam groaned into his pillow, "That's different! That's to keep the ship from going to hell in a hand basket when Dean goes on a mad rampage when he finds out that Meg almost sold his boyfriend to the Host."

"And what do you think Dean kept the whole Bela thing on the down low for? Grins and giggles? He did it because it was the best and easiest way to get the goods without us getting humped by Bela again. He didn't do it to spite anyone, just protect and preserve his crew…that includes you by the way."

"I guess so….I kind of wish that I could read minds though, like Cas can so that I would know what Dean was thinking. How to help him. He does so much for me and…I want to be able to do something for him, you know?" Sam started to trail his fingers over Gabriel's arm.

"The only thing fun about being able to read minds is all of the exciting dirty thoughts that you would get to overhear. And you do plenty for Dean, don't you forget that. You are his support, you are the reason he has gotten up in the morning for years, you always have his back…and you keep me sated so that I don't drive him mad when I'm not getting laid regularly."

Now Gabriel had propped himself up a bit on his arms, and waving the half eaten chocolate bar in Sam's face for emphasis. Dully, Sam watched the candy bounce in his vision before grabbing at it as quick as a snake and taking a huge bite out of it.

"Hey! That's my last one!" the pilot whined.

Sam grinned, all signs of his earlier ire gone, "Not for long. Since my brother is a genius and got us the gun, we'll be able to hock it and finally get some money. You can buy as many chocolate bars as you want," Sam said smugly and took another bite that almost completely finished it off.

With a playful growl, Gabriel leaped on top of Sam, pinning down the long arms, but Sam easily was able to free the one that held the remainder and took another bite with his mouth before Gabe could snatch it away. Only a small bit was left and he held it firmly in his hand where Gabe couldn't even claw it out.

He let the chocolate melt in his mouth and savored the rich taste as Gabriel pouted above him. Then the twinkle came back to the pilot's eye and he dove down at Sam's mouth, latching on with his lips and letting his tongue sweep the insides, tasting the chocolate and Sam all in one go. He didn't pull back until the sweet taste was all but gone and pulled back to look at the man beneath him.

The kiss had done far more than just excite. The younger man's face was flushed and his eyes had darkened as they dilated with lust. A small scoot back from Sam's abdomen let Gabriel know that far more had been awakened is their little session. They both shared a feral grin, teeth flashing in the semi-darkness and then they dove at each other, remaining clothes flung onto the floor is passionate haste.

Hands started to roam, rubbing, squeezing, caressing everything they could reach. Eager and wanting, Gabriel reached down between them and grabbed both of their lengths in his fist and started to pump in a rough rhythm that got them both panting and groaning with pent up need.

So as to not make his partner do all the work, Sam reached his long arm over to the bedside dresser, pulling out a little tube and squirting some of the contents on his fingers. Gabriel was so focused on the feel of the heat between them, the friction of them rubbing together, that he was taken by surprise when Sam pulled him down for another smoldering kiss that took his breath away. And in that moment, Gabriel only felt their lips crashing together.

It was a technique that Sam used often to tease in the first finger, making everything easier when all was said and done. Lucky for him though, Gabriel was so eager and so pliant that they never had to wait long before they could get to the best part.

And tonight was no different. Not two minutes later, Sam was on his back, thrusting up to meet Gabriel as the older man lowered himself down, pistoning his hips for Sam to get the best angle that would make him completely forget about the stolen chocolate.

They kept up the rhythmic motion but soon as the pressure built, the pace went up. The animalistic need for release was too much for either of them to try and slow it down, to drag it on longer. Soon both of them were meeting each other thrust for thrust, perfectly in sync as they reached the climax.

All it took was only slight change in the angle of his hips for Sam to send Gabriel over the edge, and the look of pure bliss in release on the other man's face was the trigger for Sam as he let go with one last strong thrust up into his partner.

Gabriel fell onto Sam's sweaty chest, finally spent and as gooey as the rest of the melted chocolate bar that Sam still had clenched in his fist.

Sam noticed the pilot's gaze travel to his hand where he noticed the candy had started to drip down his wrist. He chuckled, "You still want the rest?" he asked playfully.

Gabriel smiled back at him, "Nah, I'm good for now, just…don't wash your hand. I may want to lick it off later."

Sam let out a loud snort, "Yeah, sure. Only if you promise a little more licking along with it."

"Oh, but of course. Common curtest and all that. I am nothing if not a gentleman."

At the other end of the hall, Dean and Cas were also settling down for the night. Like most nights, they had opted to stay in the nest knowing that Cas was far more comfortable in there. From his spot by the dresser, Dean glanced at Cas who was tucking his plants in for the night.

He had a little ritual thing going on with Fern that was kinda of a therapy according to Bobby. Each night he would go through the vines and untangle them to the best of his ability, kind of like combing hair, and then he would make sure that both the plant and the flower that was still in full bloom after all of these months had water enough for the next day. He would talk to them, tell them what they had missed during the day, commented on their leaves and petals. And since today had been so full of news, Cas had spent a little bit longer than usual muttering to them.

It was all right by Dean though. He wasn't about to start feeling jealous of a freaking plant as he slowly started to pull off his shirt and moved to the bed to wait. Cas had already healed the sunburn earlier, as well as the blisters on his feet, and had even healed the bruises that he had gotten from the fight with the police. Cas didn't seem to be worn out in the least at the minuscule healing, and while Dean was happy about that, he was also a little disappointed.

Cas had been great with the whole being by his side at night, watching over him like a creepy stalker of sorts, but some nights he just had to do something to occupy the hours that everyone else slept. Reading helped, staring at Dean helped, but it was every few nights that the Captain would wake and have a momentary second of panic when he couldn't find Cas in his arms.

He had done the same thing when Sam and he were younger. His little brother had always slept in the bed right next to his. And in the war when Sam had joined up, he never slept more than a few feet away, and anytime that Dean woke in the night to not see Sammy where he should be, well, it scared him to be honest. They had grown up and Dean had learned to let go, but with Cas…

….With Cas there were too many things out there trying to take him away.

Pulling himself from dark thoughts, he lifted his gaze the where the other man was leaning over the dresser as he finished up his report of the day, giving the Captain a wonderful view of his backside. A sight not too often seen since he usually wore that coat at all times. Thankfully Dean had thought ahead and had tossed it across a chair before Cas could put it back on.

Probably sensing his thoughts, Cas smirked over his shoulder, stood up and walked over to the bed, pulling his own shirt off along the way. As the bed dipped with the added weight, Dean smiled and pulled the other man down to lay next to him, moving in on Cas' neck right away and breathing deep in between nibbles and kisses.

"So you staying in bed tonight or what?" Dean asked as he moved his attention and lips down to Cas' collarbone.

As answer, Cas moaned and used his hands to guide Dean's face back up to his where they could meet brush their lips together. As they continued the embrace, his slight fingers traced down Dean's strong jaw, then down his neck, then further down his chest to rub his hand over his heart, accidentally touching a nipple, making Dean gasp and then moan.

In turn, Dean wasn't about to let his own hands be idle, and one was scooped up behind Cas' head, fingers clenched in his wavy brown hair. The second hand held firmly to Cas' hip, right above where the pant line started, effectively pinning the smaller man to the mattress.

That's when Cas felt it. The warm, sporadic flame that would start in his belly that got hotter and hotter as Dean's touch continued. And he could feel the echo of it along the glow of his partner. He had felt this before, many times. It was right about now that Dean would throw on the breaks and pull back.

Sensing the end of the warmth for the night, Cas pulled back reluctantly, breaking him off from Dean.

"Hey, where are you going?" Dean asked in a husky voice, one of his fingers guiding Cas' chin to face him.

"Conflicting thoughts and emotions always stop us here," Cas pointed out wearily.

Dean used the hand he had cupped behind Cas' head to pull him close again, so close that their lips brushed as Dean spoke, "I'm sorry I pushed you away before. It's what I do when I'm concerned."

"What are you afraid of?"

"It's not fear, it's concern."

"Monsters born of the same stalk," Cas pushed back gently, rubbing his thumb over Dean's bottom lip.

His eyes fluttering shut at the touch, Dean sighed, "Fine. I'm just afraid of hurting you. Making things worse."

Cas continued to stroke the pad of his thumb over the plump flesh, "It is hard for an egg to turn into a bird, and it would be a lot harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. One cannot go on indefinitely being an egg. One must be hatched or go bad."

Dean mulled that around in his head, "So…is that some weird way of saying that what happens happens and we shouldn't let it hold us back?"

"And continuing with the metaphor, I may be scrambled, but I can also be made over-hard."

Dean's eyes widened comically, "Dude! Did you just make a sex joke?"

Cas painted on a look of pure innocence, "Don't be ridiculous," and to cover up the smirk that was making its way across his face, he went in for a quick kiss, only to have Dean latch on and pull him closer. The flame that Cas had felt earlier rose higher in Dean, and Cas' leaped in response.

As well as key features to their anatomy.

But neither of them was put off by the heated change, instead it only pushed them on with more feverent need. Their soft moans and gasps started to gain in volume, and then became mewls of pleasure as the wonderful pressure built.

He was lost in a crashing sea of wondrous feeling when he was brought back to reality when he felt Dean's fingers brush at the elastic waste of his pants and hesitate there, hovering over the skin in a way that told him that Dean was asking permission in his own way.

As answer he bucked his hips up, making sure to rub himself against Dean in a way that would give him without a doubt the knowledge that Cas was totally on board with this. And the hovering fingers slid under the hem and pulled down, revealing Cas completely to him.

A whispered, "beautiful…" and Dean mouth was back on Cas' collar bone as he gripped Cas' length in his hand, stroking his thumb slowly in circles over the head.

The smaller man threw his head back with a soft whine as the hand started to move faster, twisting and jerking in all the right ways.

"Dean…" he gasped and his Captain smiled up at him, stopping his ministrations for the moment.

"What is it, Cas?"

"I want to see more."

And Dean complied, slowly removing the rest of his clothes and soon freeing himself for Cas to gaze upon in awe. They move back into their original embrace, and pressed themselves close, so close that every inch of them met, and then with a small thrust of his hips, Cas signaled to Dean to continue.

Slowly at first they rubbed together, both pulling gasps of pleasure from their partner and chanting each other's names as they started to speed up, the friction sending sporadic waves of pleasure that sent shivers through their entire being. Dean could feel every glorious inch of skin sliding across his own and even just that simple contact was enough to make his head swim. Enjoying one's own company was one thing, but when with someone else...someone you care about, everything got put into high definition and literally rocked his world.

Cas seemed to be lost in another dimension of lust as his words stopped sounding like words and instead dissolved into murmured growls and purrs. He had never felt something like this before, but instinct and just knowing what would feel good was what drove him to keep the movement from dying out. He knew each time that he ground harder, he always pulled a sharp gasp from Dean. He liked that little gasp. He also like the spark in Dean that erupted each time he did it.

Never let it be said that Cas wasn't a fast learner. Taking charge, he bucked up enough to allow him to roll on top of Dean, switching their places but somehow managing not to break the rhythm. The surprised and then playful look that Dean sent him had Cas smirking right back. Now that Cas was the one doing more of the work, that left Dean's hands free to roam.

And roam they did. Back when he had given Cas his nightly messages, he had found a lot of pressure points that would make the other man mewl and arch, and this night he put those spots to use, starting at the shoulder blades where he dug his fingers in tight. Right away he felt Cas spine bend into the contact, seaking more of the wonderful and soothing pressure.

He continued to trail his fingers further down, stopping and hitting each sweet spot along the way until he finally reached the dip of his hips and let his hands rest on his partners ass as the speed started to pick up.

They giddy feel of a first time with someone they loved brought the pace up quickly, the crescendo of pressure coming faster than they would have hoped, but that didn't make the release any less sweet as Cas finally let go, falling on top of Dean as he too reached the breaking point. And they lay there together in each other's arms as they panted through the after-glow.

After a few blissful moments had passed, they finally moved to arrange themselves in the bed for the night, Dean's exhaustion becoming apparent by his drooping eyelids.

"You gonna be here when I wake up?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes before reaching to turn off the light.

Next to him Cas suddenly yawned enough to make his jaw crack and he smiled dreamily over at Dean, "Of course. I think perhaps I can sleep tonight after all. "

"Awesome. Maybe I'll bring you some breakfast in bed tomorrow. Think we have some powdered eggs somewhere…"

"That's not how I like my eggs, Dean."

For the hundredth time since she had been put in this cell, she cursed the name of Winchester and that little bed bug of his. Just as promised, only about twenty minutes after he had left, the police had shown up and gotten her out of the dumpster and hauled her ass to the station.

Haymer was there waiting, giving descriptions of the man with her, telling them what had been stolen, how much money he would slip under the table to see her get the worst sentence possible….He wouldn't even look at her and that was just fine by her. She didn't want him to see her so low, covered in garbage, stench of failure and rotten fruit wafting off of her.

After the initial hullabaloo of getting statements and taking her finger prints, she was left alone in her cell, two guards across the room with their eyes and guns trained on her. No amount of flirting would work in her favor this time. The grime that still clung to her kind of deterred her chances at impressing them.

It was almost three in the morning by her reckoning when she heard the door to the cell open. She cracked on grimy eye open to see two men walk into the small room she was being held in. One was tall, wore a leather coat and sunglasses. The other had a serpent look about him, skinny face and thin nose. Both of them sent shivers down her spine as instinct told her that these two were dangerous.

The snake guy sat down on the bed next to her, and she drew up her feet to keep as far away as possible. She glanced to where the guards from earlier were standing, only to see that they had left. She was alone in the room with these men.

"What do you want?" she asked finally.

His voice was just as reptilian as the rest of him, coming out in a hiss, "We just wanted to talk to you about your friend from the heist. Seems he fits a description of someone we've been looking for."

A small flicker of hope sparked in her eyes. Perhaps not all was lost. If these guys were after Dean, maybe she could make a deal.

"Maybe I can help you…" she said with a raised eyebrow, her intention obvious. She would give info if they gave something in return.

"Excellent," and he looked to the man in the cell with him and held out his hand. Sunglasses pulled a paper from his coat and handed it over. Snake presented it to her and she couldn't hide the surprise at the face she saw looking back at her. It was the bed bug.

"Ah, I see that you recognize him, right?" he asked when he saw her reaction.

She schooled her features, "Maybe…"

"Well, maybe I'd like you to tell me what you know of him. Did he seem…different? Special? Odd in any way?"

As he spoke, he casually pulled a wicked looking knife from his coat and started to twirl it in his fingers, and Bela knew that she would get nothing now. She saw her death reflected in that knife, and she had no doubts that whether she said something or nothing, there would be no change to her fate, only how long it would be to get to the destination.

"Come on, tell me something. I know you're a very smart girl and you're very observant. You must have noticed something…tell me, how was his health? Did he have troubles with say…his back?

As much as she wanted to stick it to Dean, she was more of a mind to stick it to those who were about to take her life. With a confidence and fire that had been her tools for years, she met his cold eyes, "Never seen him before in my life."

"Well, that's a shame…"

And Alistair moved the knife across her skin...

Oh, shiz! Bela you are so screwed now, but you had it coming! And as for steamy scenes, I do want to make them more...graphic, but I wont if that bothers a lot of you.

Next Story should be up tomorrow! It'll be called "Old Friends Die Hard". Check it out! ;)